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Mirus and Ursla |
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23 April 2009 |
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Mirus and Ursla had arrived at the B&B of Ernest and Silvia one evening some six months ago. They’d looked like church people at the first glance, Mirus with his suit and shirt and tie, and Ursla with her flowery patterned knee length dress and shawl. Ernest had guessed that they were both in their mid-thirties and were married with no children or offspring as they later were to be referred too.
They had been shown their room and the communal bathroom along the corridor, both seemed very interested in all that they were shown no matter how mundane. Mirus had even turned the lever to flush the toilet whilst they were having their brief tour of the house and had laughed, Ursla admonished him and had apologised to Silvia for her husband’s unnoticed mockery. They had no luggage only one small holdall and paid for the room in cash a week in advance.
After they had been at the B&B for three weeks, on one of the occasions that Mirus was paying Ernest another week’s rent in advance they had struck up a conversation. Ernest was very interested in ‘why’ and ‘what’ and ‘were they went all day – every day?’ Mirus had answered his questions and yet, hadn’t answered any of them but Ernest had an overwhelming feeling that everything was okay and he knew as much as he needed to know. Later when he was answering Silvia’s questions Ernest realised that he knew no more than what he already knew about he mysterious couple. They both decided that they were no trouble whatsoever and had so far paid in advance, and that is how they would leave it.
On the fourth week of their stay Mirus and Ursla were now paying for and taking their evening meals with Ernest and Silvia, and a friendship was beginning to evolve. On one such occasion Mirus had let it drop in conversation that ‘money was not an issue’ and as with the toilet flushing Ursla jumped straight in and told him to behave himself. On balance Ernest guessed that as they were all around about the similar age and as each and every day their friendship seemed to develop, then he would not ask any prying questions and allow everything to happen naturally – so to speak. The only thing he did want to find about though was what caused the noises in their room late at night? Very soon after that day he had found their door ajar as he returned from the toilet in the early hours. From the room came a blinding light that light up the whole corridor and whispers could be heard coming from the room. It had terrified Ernest at first but as he approached the room and entered into the glow of the light he suddenly felt a sense of sanctuary. When he’d explained it to Silvia afterwards he had related the feeling to that of a young baby with its mother. A feeling of inseparability, as though both are as one, stupidly he had welled up as it brought back memories of his late mother and Silvia had rushed to his side astonished at her husband’s apparent melancholy. As Ernest looked into the white light he could not make out any clear features of the room, nor anyone that was in it. He listened to the whispers and swore he heard a familiar voice, as he listened the door very slowly moved and closed leaving him alone in the dark corridor.
When Ernest awoke the very next day both Mirus and Ursla had gone out for the day. He had commented that they must have been up and gone at the crack of dawn, and then looked at the clock in the kitchen which said 11:30am. He had never slept after seven in the morning, especially when they had guests staying, paying or otherwise. He decided that the clock must be wrong and switched on the TV, some chat show was on – where was his morning TV programmes? He pressed the button on the remote and the TV went off.
Nothing was ever much the same after that. Mirus and Ursla owned up the following evening. They were not of the same world as Ernest and Silvia, and had been dropped off on Earth to study what the planet was like and the species that roamed it? Every day they would leave and go to a different area, town, city or countryside, there they would look at flowers, insects, animals and people and they would record everything for reference purposes back where they came from. Then, back in the privacy of their own room late at night they would bring out life crystals which emanated the energy of their world and regenerate ready for the next day of exploration. Ernest had asked ‘how long are you here for?’ and they had replied ‘for as long as we have life crystals to rejuvenate and regenerate.’
From there on in Ernest and Silvia helped as much as they could. No longer having to count on public transport Mirus and Ursla would be ferried around in Ernest’s car. Some days they would split up and Ernest and Mirus would wander off and Ursla and Silvia would go somewhere else. A great bond flourished between the four of them, and now whenever someone asked Mirus and Ursla were family from abroad who had come to stay. Every other day Mirus would wake Ernest and Silvia from their sleep and allow them to enter their room and relax in the blinding lights of the life crystals. At first they had both concerned themselves with taking the light forces when Mirus and Ursla needed them the most. But Mirus had set their minds at rest stating that both Ursula and he received as much as they needed at the beginning, and topped up every night, but every other night as the crystals dimmed they could share their tremendous energy with their newly made friends at no detriment to them or their time allowed on Earth.
The doctors were bowled over after Ernest’s test results came back. It had been a regular check-up as all diabetics have, but this time he could throw the medication away. Silvia’s back pain and problems disappeared, and even the painful varicose veins cleared up along with the life long acne problems that she suffered with from being a kid. Both of them seemed to have masses of energy and vitality and after enjoying a glass of wine one night with Mirus and Ursla, the very following day had all gone out and bought mountain bikes for their constant explorations. Life was great and then came the day that they was all dreading.
In the whispers that evening Mirus had been given his instructions, Ursla had momentarily left the room to tell Ernest and Silvia that they must not enter their room under any circumstances. On her return Mirus relayed their instructions. A few minutes later they went and got their friends and took them back to their room. Mirus briefly told Ernest and Silvia their news whilst they were in the crystals energy, Mirus knew they would be sad but also knew the crystals would relax them and give them a sense of wellbeing. They all relaxed back nobody talking, and then suddenly Mirus told Ernest and Silvia to think of someone who has gone before, someone who they could no longer speak to or love.’ Listen to the whispers’ he said softly.
Ernest spoke first ‘mum, is that you mum?’
As the energy of the crystal slowly diminished and the room started to clear into its natural image Ernest climbed to his feet. He took a few steps across the room to where Mirus stood looking at him. Ernest had tears rolling down his face and was sobbing; Mirus held out his arms and hugged his friend.
Mirus had never ever seen anyone show so much emotion that they had cried in such a way. As Mirus held onto Ernest both Silvia and Ursla joined them and they all hugged each other. A great union had evolved between the four of them and none of them wanted the other to leave that union, in all of the crystals energy and power the sadness of their impending loss could not be forgotten and for the first time and probably the last both Mirus and Ursla’s eyes had tears in them.
The following day happened too quickly…It didn’t seem five minutes that they had all woken up and had breakfast that the darkness appeared outside and the day of Mirus and Ursla leaving loomed. Silvia had made a wonderful meal for the four of them and they had all talked for ages about the last few months and the many exploration trips that they had taken. After opening the fourth bottle of wine Ernest asked if they had managed to accomplish all they needed whilst they had been on Earth. Neither Ernest nor Silvia was ready for the answer.
Ursla had answered firstly and said ‘yes.’ But, Mirus interrupted and said ‘well there is one last thing, but I expect that we will have to wonder about that one?’ both he and Ursla chuckled at his answer.
Ernest nearly burst and said ‘WHAT?’ Silvia was nodding her head in agreement.
Mirus held up his hand in a gesture to kerb their enquiry, then sliced the air with his hand as if to say ‘forget it, it will never happen.’
Silvia was slightly drunk and was not going to let it go ‘Ursla please, what is it we want to know?’ she begged.
Ursla looked across at Mirus who shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his wine. Then Ursla said ‘whilst we are here we are meant to share ourselves with another couple’ she made an awkward smirk as to say ‘as if that could happen.’
Silvia asked ‘what do you mean share?’
Ursla’s eyes widened, then she said ‘what you call sleep with each other, except from what we can understand – you do not sleep.’
Both Ernest and Silvia declared ‘right’ together slightly louder than either one of them intended.
No one spoke in the room for a whole minute as what had just been said sunk in.
Ernest picked up the empty bottle of wine and left the room and entered the kitchen. He placed the bottle on the worktop and looked at himself in the mirror of the stainless steel of the oven. As he looked his wife Silvia appeared in the same reflection.
‘What do you think?’ she asked.
‘They have done so much for us…’ Ernest’s voice trailed off.
Silvia sat awkwardly on the bed. She had selected a silky nightdress which showed off her figure and quite perky breasts. The nightdress was more like a shirt in length and so she wore a silky pair of panties as well. In her life she had only ever had two people with whom she had slept with and Ernest her husband was one of them. The first person had been at school and had only really been a grope and heavy petting thing. Fingers were involved so she never knew if she was still a virgin or not on the occasion that Ernest first made love to her. The first time she was penetrated it hurt like mad and it put her off sex a bit, but with Ernest being a caring and attentive husband she had slowly been brought around and now liked a bit of ‘rumpy pumpy’ or ‘bumping uglies’ as they both liked to call it.
Mirus entered the bedroom and softly closed the door. He wore woolly materials pyjamas and looked handsome and muscular. Silvia had to admit that she did find Mirus very charming and good-looking, and had glanced at his physique on many occasions when no one had been looking. He walked over to where she was sat on the bed and smiled at her.
‘I do not know…’ he started to say, then Silvia realised that all this was new to him and that she would have to take the lead.
‘It’s probably the same as what you normally do’ she blurted feeling very awkward and embarrassed.
Silvia stood up and faced Mirus, after a moment of looking at him she took his hand and placed it open palmed onto her left breast. She closed her hand over his and squeezed gently. Then she took his other hand and placed it on her right breast, again she covered his hand with hers and squeezed. Moving his hands in hers she pressed his hand onto her breasts and felt her nipples harden as the slippery material brushed across them. Mirus understood what was expected of him and continued without any further help.
Silvia had her eyes closed as she enjoyed his strong hands massage her tender breasts, then she pulled the two tassels holding the nightdress around her shoulders and the front of it dropped. Mirus removed his hands momentarily and allowed the flimsy material to fall and expose Silvia’s wonderful breasts. He returned his hands. In a few moments Mirus hands became quite expert and his inquisitive fingers found her hard little orbs and squeezed them and twisted gently at the same time. Silvia groaned her appreciation and Mirus continued.
Silvia moved her body forward so that he mouth could reach Mirus’s and she kissed him. She had kissed him before in a sort of friendly manner in front of her husband, but this time she pressed the tip of her tongue between his lips gently prying his mouth open so that she could move closer and kiss him full on as her tongue flickered inside his mouth. Mirus soon got the habit of kissing and the pair of them were locked in a deep and sensuous longing snog. Breaking off Silvia took Mirus’s face in her hands and lowered his head so that his lips could kiss and suck her aching nipples. Mirus’ s tongue seemed longer and thicker than most tongues that Silvia had seen and its rough texture and long length gave endless and delicious manipulation to her hard and pulsating nipples, then his soft and silky lips would take each nipple in turn and suck and chew gently. Silvia looked down and watched Mirus eating her breasts and nipples, sucking and licking and sliding that huge tongue over the soft and delicate flesh. If felt wonderful and as she pushed him backwards and started to undo the buttons of his pyjama top his hands moved to where his mouth has been a moment before and continued the pleasure and manipulation.
She ripped open his top and dragged is down his muscular arms, it fell onto the floor below. Then she mashed her voluptuous 32E sticky breasts against his exposed chest as both their mouths locked once more in a passionate and hot kiss.
Mirus took Silvia in his arms and lifted her onto the bed. There was an odour coming from Silvia, something that he had never smelt before. A heady sweet smell that stirred him inside. He had smelt her perfume before and that had been pleasant and pleasing, but this smell was different, a whole lot different.
Silvia allowed Mirus to move down her body so that his mouth was now chewing and slurping at her nipples once more. She felt electric, more alive than she’d ever felt before. No one had ever made her feel the way she did, not even her husband Ernest. Mirus was like a wild animal, and as his mouth moved he seemed to sniff and smell her skin, his nose twitching against her skin as his unbelievable tongue rasped along her flesh and seemed to devour her in its wake. Mirus’s tongue now played along the waistband of her panties like a dog barking at the boundary fence waiting to get inside and investigate. She slid her hands down and pulled down her panties passed her elevated knee and then kicked off into the distance. As her legs parted his lips and tongue touched the inside of her upper thigh, her pubic area, her labia and then his tongue probed deep deep inside her pussy.
Mirus had seeked and found what he needed so much; the odour and the savoury taste which he knew would be there. He sucked and licked it as though it was a delicious meal and he had to devour it before anyone else could get a taste. His tongue found its way into the folds and could taste the juice; it tasted like the sweetest fruit in all the worlds he had visited. He yearned for more, and delved his tongue deeper into the folds and the silky tube from which the walls seemed to emanate the luxurious alexia. His mouth and lips opened and closed as more and more of the juices flowed into him, he found that by using his tongue to delve as deep as he could and suck back into his mouth over and over the juices flowed faster and juicier.
Silvia was screaming with what Mirus was doing to her pussy. It felt like an animal was eating between her legs, except there was no biting involved just his huge fucking tongue and irresistible mouth and lips that were slurping and chewing her labia and clitoral bud. His tongue penetrations were like a gigantic slippery cock sliding deep to the very core of her cunt and then sliding out lapping every bit of her pussy juices in the process. She felt very depraved to allow this to happen to her and yet with all she could muster she would not allow it to stop. Suddenly her back bent and her neck lifted off the bed as a huge vaginal orgasm ripped through her.
Mirus felt the explosion coming, the tremors could be felt at the tip of his tongue as it flickered and cajoled every sinew inside her pussy. Then as she began to shake and spasm he felt the volcano burst and gallons of her lovely pussy juices gushed into his awaiting mouth. He buried his tongue as deep as possible and savoured every last drop of her delicious and salty sap.
Silvia gasped for her breath as spasm after spasm bounced around her nervous system, his tongue was still impaled inside her and she felt as if the tip was playing with her womb his penetration felt so deep. A devious smile crept across Silvia’s lips as the thought of the size of his tongue moved to the probable size of his cock.
Silvia pulled herself off his tongue and pushed him over on his back on the bed.
‘Now it’s my turn’ she declared and set about placing her hand on his groin.
Feeling hardly anything Silvia pulled the string cord around the waist of his pj-bottom and pulled them down to reveal his exposed cock.
Mirus had no pubic hair and a thing that was one inch in length and about 1 centimetre in width. Silvia looked at his cock and then at Mirus ‘what’ she asked as she pointed at it.
Mirus looked down and said ‘do not worry – watch’ he then placed his right thumb behind his right ear lobe and rubbed up and down, as he did so his cock grew inch by inch in length. Silvia looked amazed as his cock grew in length as it reached approx ten inches in length she shouted ‘wow…wow’ Mirus stopped.
Silvia looked at his cock, and then said ‘it’s a bit thin’ to which Mirus placed his left thumb behind his left ear lobe and began to rub. As he rubbed his ear lobe his cock began to grow in girth centimetre by centimetre, once it had reached about four or five inch all round Silvia declared ‘stop.’
Mirus lay on the bed with his huge and bulbous cock rising up from his groin like a skyscraper reaching for the sky. Silvia decided that she would get on top so that she could control this fucking huge thing and also how far it was going in as she considered it ripping her in half if she allowed Mirus to have his way. She moved to the side of him and placed her leg over his lower torso, she manoeuvred so that her pussy was directly above his groin area and reached down and grabbed his shaft. His mouth and tongue had had much of the wetness and lubrication from inside her so she spat on her hand and wiped her labia with it to lubricate the entrance, then she placed his massive bell end at the entry of her love tube and lowered herself tentatively onto it.
Everything happened a bit slowly for the first few minutes and then picked up speed as the lubrication started to flow again. Silvia’s pussy lips felt sore and much neglected and yet this only seemed to make all the sensations stronger and last longer. She was now sliding up and down on practically three quarters of his length and just before he left her lips she would slide down again taking slightly more in with every downward lunge. Mirus moved his hips in unison with Silvia’s movements and pretty soon loud slapping noises could be heard as Silvia’s buttocks slapped against Mirus’s legs, his full ten inch length embedded into her soaking and dribbling fanny.
Silvia to this day surmises that she must have passed out at some point. She can remember Mirus fucking her for about ten minutes and then after she had orgasmed several times he simply rolled her on her back and climbed on top of her. She remembered coming too and he had his head buried between her legs and his tongue was licking her womb again, after that everything went black.
She awoke in the middle of the night and found herself alone in bed. She imagined that Mirus was in the room getting more energy from the life crystals, she just hoped that he did not return to her bed afterwards full of new zing ready for another session.
In the morning they all said their goodbyes. They had all promised each other that there would be no tears, and they would part as wonderful friends in the hope that someday, somewhere, on whatever world or planet they may meet again.
Ernest and Silvia watched them walk to the end of their street and turn the corner without looking back. They walked back into the house and closed the door behind them.
Things were a bit strange for a few days between Ernest and Silvia; she appreciated the time on her own so that she could rest and allows her to mend down there – if you know what I mean.
A few days later they were both sat on a patch of grass looking over a meadow at the back of their house. Ernest looked at Silvia and then said:
‘Did you enjoy it more with him than when you are with me?’
Silvia looked at Ernest, he looked dejected and hurt. ‘No, don’t be silly, you are my husband Ernest, that…That was just sex’ she explained.
‘So shall we say no more about it then’ Ernest asked a little brighter in his tone.
‘Yes,’ Silvia exclaimed. ‘But before we do, can I ask?’ She stopped
‘Yes…Go on’ Ernest relented.
‘Was Ursla more adventurous than what I am, I mean, was it different?’ Silvia asked remembering her own night of passion.
‘Not really, it was a bit weird to be honest’ Ernest admitted, he grabbed a handful of grass and allowed the wind to carry it away out of his opened palm.
‘Why’s that?’ Silvia enquired.
‘She kept trying to pull my ears off’ Ernest declared.